Chapter 552 The Real Purpose (2024 First Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket) The young man who was supporting Juan Oro on the other side raised his head and looked at Lumian, who was sitting next to the coachman with one leg hanging down and the other bent and supported, his body slightly leaning forward, his eyes burning with undisguised anger. The driver was startled and tried to put some distance between himself and Lumian, but with the horse in front of him and Lugano on his left, he had no way to dodge in such a hurry. Lugano swallowed hard, complaining that his employer's style was too radical. Is this an imitation of Gehrman Sparrow? But the employer didn't act that crazy before. Instead, he seemed very smart! Juan Oro, the old man with mottled black hair, seemed unaware of the muzzle of the gun in front of his forehead. He turned his head to avoid the revolver and continued walking forward. When Lumian saw this, he pulled the trigger without blinking. boom! A yellow bullet shot out from the revolver and went straight to the side of Juan Oro's head. A palm blocked the way there at some point, and the bullet instantly lost speed, slowing down and landing in the palm of its hand in a spinning posture. It was held in its hand, as if it had sunk into a thick swamp. The broad bronze hand belonged to the young man who was supporting Juan Oro. He stared at Lumian, raised the corner of his mouth in disdain, and then roared:
"Are you crazy?" Before he finished speaking, a series of red and white fireballs appeared in his eyes, which were bombarding him at a distance of less than one meter. Almost at the same time, Lumian felt himself being pulled out of this world. There was no longer a carriage under him, and the earth was no longer in his sight. An endless darkness was suspended in the void. The red and almost white fireballs were guided by an invisible force, falling rapidly and deviating from their original direction. Rumble! They overlapped and hit the roadside dozens of meters away, creating a deep and large hole. The horses were frightened and raised their front hooves together, neighing in fear. The driver instinctively pulled on the reins, trying his best to control the animals' reactions. Lumian's "illusion" disappeared with the explosion, and the figures of Juan Oro and the young man reappeared in his eyes. Juan Oro, with his deeply wrinkled face and hair standing up, raised the black cane in his hand and scolded in a moderate voice: "Have you had enough trouble?" Lumian smiled and raised the revolver in his right hand again, aiming at the president of the Fisheries Guild again. At this moment, Rubio Paco's voice came from the rear carriage: "Let them come over." This is in Intis language. Lumian then lowered his arms and said in Intis with a smile: "My employer has given you permission to pass." He looked as if he didn't understand the highland language that Juan Oro and the young man had spoken before. Juan Oro looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and walked around to the side of the carriage with his crutches. The young man who supported him kept glaring at Lumian, but he didn't know what to curse at because the other party couldn't understand him at all. Juan Oro looked out the window and asked in a calm voice: "Marta, I heard you were sick?" "Yes." The old lady responded weakly through the glass.
Juan Oro nodded: "Has the Governor allowed you to seek treatment? Do you need my help in pleading?" "It has been allowed." Rubio answered on behalf of his mother. "That's good." Juan Oro nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions. He then turned sideways, leaned on his crutches, and walked slowly towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" residence was located. The young man who was supporting him gave Lumian a hateful look and turned his attention back to the old man. Lumian returned to his original sitting position as if nothing had happened. He said to Lugano: "The carriage can move on." Lugano suddenly woke up, as if he had just come to his senses, and quickly ordered the coachman who was also frightened to calm the horses and leave Milo Village as soon as possible. The journey was uneventful and they returned safely to 21 Saint Lana Street. Lumian brought back Ludwig, whose mouth was still a little greasy, from Georgia and said to Rubio Paco with a smile: “Remember your promise. "otherwise……" He smiled and said nothing more. "Don't worry." Rubio replied in Intis. After watching Louis Berry, his godson, and the translator leave, Georgia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her husband and said: "I've never seen a child who eats so much, he must be abnormal!" "Otherwise, Louis Berry wouldn't be so confident in leaving him in our house." Rubio was not surprised at all. ………… Aquinas Street, Solo Hotel. After Lugano closed the door, he couldn't help but ask Lumian: "You, why are you so radical? He is the president of the Santa Port Fisheries Guild, a famous big shot, and that is Milo Village!" He believed his employer must have hidden motives. Lumian glanced at his guide and smiled. "What else? Why not test them and feel out their strength in a public place when the two sides are unlikely to develop into a life-and-death battle? Wait until late at night when everyone doesn't care about the authority of the Church of the Earth Mother and the Feynaport government before trying? That would be very dangerous." If we really want to find out that Juan Oro has divine power, we must hurry and summon help! “Yeah…” Lugano suddenly realized. Sure enough, the madness displayed by the employer was all disguised, and every time he acted radically there was a hidden purpose! However, did he come to Santa Port to do something in the sea prayer ceremony? Otherwise, why did he always target the people from the Fisheries Guild? That would be very dangerous! Should I resign early and not pay the balance? Lumian looked at the silent translator, smiled, walked to the armchair in the living room, and lay down to relax.
What he told Lugano was only one of the purposes of his previous actions, the most superficial one. The most important purpose is that he wants to convey a message through those radical actions: He came to investigate the sea prayer ceremony. He was not afraid of the people from the Fishery Guild and Milo Village. He had the corresponding strength and enough courage! Whether it was breaking into the residence of the "Governor of the Sea" or pointing a gun at Juan Oro's head and shooting without a care in the world, it was all to show this information. He believed that there must be people in Santaport who were not satisfied with those guys in the Fisheries Guild and did not like the Sea Prayer Ceremony. After all, the main beneficiaries were fishermen, maritime merchants and people working in related industries, and they were not the whole of Santaport. For example, although the Church of Mother Earth and the Santa Port government were previously unable to deal with this issue due to certain reasons, and allowed the fishing guild to govern itself and even prevented outsiders from participating in related matters, if there was a person who showed a strong tendency to investigate at all costs and without fear of consequences, would they be tempted, would they acquiesce or even secretly support this person in doing something to make a profit? Similarly, the beneficiary groups are not monolithic. There are those who are in power, and there are those who are frustrated, there are those who are high and mighty, and there are those who are jealous. They may not necessarily want the sea prayer ceremony to disappear from the stage of history, but most of them want to see those in power in trouble so that they can vacate their seats. In this way, Lumian, who has established himself as a leader in investigating the Sea Prayer Ceremony and showing his decisiveness, toughness, and outstanding strength, does not need to run around, ask questions, and identify traces. He can just sit at home and receive all kinds of information transmitted openly or secretly, and compare them with each other to distinguish the true from the false. For an outsider with limited time, this is the quickest and most effective way to find out the entire process of the sea prayer ceremony and the truth behind last year's accident. For the core members of "April Fools' Day" who are hiding in the dark and may have set traps, this is also a reasonable strategy to make them pay attention to the adventurer Louis Berry and thus arouse suspicion. By then, combining the intelligence obtained and the traces found, Lumian will have hope of catching them out through the target's trap. Of course, the biggest problem with this plan is that it is quite dangerous. After all, it will put him in the spotlight of everyone's attention, but what hunting is without risk? Besides, Lumian has a lot of helpers. As his thoughts raced, Lumian discovered that after becoming a "conspirator," he had a clearer grasp of the situation and the conflicts between the various groups. At this point, with the help of the term Aurore liked to use, he had a deeper understanding of conspiracy: "The most brilliant conspiracy is an open conspiracy!" This is also one of the key points of his future roles. A little after two o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian saw his messenger, "The Confessor" Bayinfer, emerge from the void and hand him a letter. He asked with some confusion: "who?" Hasn't everything that needs to be communicated been communicated before? "It belongs to the tall witch." Bayinfer replied. What's wrong with Franca again? Lumian took the letter and started reading. "The man she and Janna met on the fourth floor of the catacombs was suspected to be from the world where the 'Tianshi' was, the world before she crossed over?" Lumian's pupils dilated slightly. But this seems to be different from the members of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society. They are soul travelers and they bring their bodies here directly! While being surprised, Lumian keenly grasped a problem: "Why would a man like that go to the fourth level of the catacombs? "Is it because the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain' is sealed there, sealing the overflowing water of the Styx that runs through the two worlds? "Have similar people come to our world before? If so, why didn't they leave traces like Emperor Roselle and other travelers? "There seem to be too many coincidences in Franca and Janna's trip to the fourth floor of the catacombs... Not only did they discover new 'mirror world fragments', but they also met such a person..." After writing a letter to reply to Franca with all the questions he had in mind, Lumian was about to ask Lugano to translate today's newspaper when he heard footsteps in the corridor. His eyebrows moved slightly, he pulled over a chair with an armchair and sat down facing the door. Knock, knock, knock. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of their suite. "Who?" Lugano asked. A mature and gentle voice came from outside the door: "I am Noelia of the Order of the Riches."
Hearing the name, Lumian leaned back slightly and smiled. He felt his "Conspirator" potion digesting a little more. PS: 2023 No. 2024 annual list plus more updates! No. update, please vote! I wish you all a prosperous new year, better health, and more money! (End of this chapter)